All I see is dead bodies when I walk through Them demons talking in my head, so I might
Slump you I wonder what they think of me when they see
I got all these bodies And I ain't talking fucking, I'm talking bout
Some homies Triple homicide, I'm pulling out the fucking
Shawty I ran this dumb ass over, hit him with the
Fucking rari And I don't mean no playboy when I'm talking
Bout these cardi's I'm talking bout my wrist
These diamonds dancing, bleeding blood My nigga fucked your bitch, she got my nigga
Sick he said his shit was burning, we he was trying
To piss he said he was constipated, he couldn't even
Shit he punched the wall so hard he tore the skin
Off his fist But I don't blame him though
He said he's stacking paper, counting up his fucking dough
Down a lonely road, gotta keep a pole Staying ten fucking toes, never ever fucking
Fold choppa waiting on your green light to motherfucking
Go and when that bitch fucking blow, you gon
Run back home Staying on the fucking low, yeah
Down low to the floor Gotta wait to show your face at that store
Yeah all I see is dead bodies when I walk through
Them demons talking in my head, so I might slump you
I wonder what they think of me when they see I got all these bodies
And I ain't talking fucking, I'm talking bout some homies
All I see is dead bodies when I walk through Them demons talking in my head, so I might
slump you And I ain't talking fucking, I'm talking
Bout some homies